Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).

Inching one's way along a steep cliff in the dark: on reaching the highway, one breathes a sigh of relief. Just when one can't take any more, one sees the moonlight. Beauty that seems to infuse itself into the heart: I know about that

Once you've recognized your own limits, you've raised yourself to a higher level of being, since you're closer to the real you.

Good tea is eloquent enough, it turns out, to change a person's mind.

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.